What is this life, so full of care?
We have no time to mess with hair,
To primp and preen and blow it dry,
To fluff it up or make it lie,
Follicular obsession is surely folly,
I’d rather save my time and lolly,
Going bald may seem unfair,
But I’m better off without much hair!
 
(With apologies to W. H. Davies, for borrowing the first line, then mangling it).